Page 6 of Reckless Hearts

“I like it rough. Fuck me and fuck me hard.”

I grin at her request,loving the boldness of this woman who isn’t afraid to tell me what she wants.

“Well, I really hope there are some condoms on this boat,” I say, my finger now slowly trailing down her stomach and between her legs, brushing over the wet fabric of her bikini bottoms. “Because I don’t typically surf with them on me.”

Alana smiles, rolling over to the small built-in cabinet beside the bed. “There’s a stash in here,” she says, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a strip of them.

I push aside the pinch in my chest at the fact she knows they are there and that she’s probably done this with other guys before me. This isn’t a thing between us, and I don’t want it to be either. I’m not interested in a relationship, and I’m pretty sure Alana isn’t either.

This is just sex.

I grab the strip from her hand and drop it on the bed beside her, our eyes locked as I now hook my finger into the crotch of her bikini bottoms, brushing my finger over her. She lets out a soft moan that is sexy as hell, and with a grin, I pull them down and off her legs. Her bikini top is next, and when she’s lyingnaked on the bed beneath me, I actually lick my lips at just how fucking delicious she looks.

This girl is like a wet fucking dream.

“Rough and hard, huh?” I ask, brow raised in question.

“Uh huh,” she says, her eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in my shorts.

Chuckling, I don’t give her the satisfaction of taking my shorts off just yet, instead resting my hands on her thighs as I push her legs wider, my mouth going dry when I open her up to me. “Fuck, you’re so wet, I can see it already.”

Alana bends one of her knees, a smirk on her face as she asks, “Wanna taste?”

“Hell yes,” I blow out before lowering my mouth and doing exactly that. The second her taste is on my tongue, I’m groaning, my mouth closing over her clit as I suck and lick relentlessly. She might want to get fucked hard, but she’s about to get devoured first.

“Holy shit,” she breathes out and I feel her fingers slide into my hair, tugging on it as she writhes beneath me.

With a grin, I place a hand on her hip, holding her in place as I continue my assault, licking and sucking hard as I push two fingers into her. She comes almost immediately, her loud groan filling the small space of the bedroom.

“Fuck, that didn’t take long,” I say with a grin, lifting my face from between her legs.

“You are ridiculously good at that,” she says, her chest heaving as she looks down at me.

With a laugh, I stand, pushing my shorts down and reaching for a condom. “I’m ridiculously good at fucking too,” I tell her.

Alana’s gaze is fixed on my dick, watching as I roll on the condom. “That sounds awfully cocky of you,” she says as her eyes lift to meet mine.

With a grin, I crawl up her body until I’m hovering over her, hands on either side of her head. “Want me to prove it to you?” I ask, my eyes on her mouth.

She smiles, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Uh huh,” she says, nodding.

I lift my hand, pulling her lip free with my thumb before I lean down and press a kiss to her mouth. I intend for it to be quick, but Alana’s hand curls around the back of my neck, holding me to her as she teases me with her tongue, tasting herself on me as my own lips part and I deepen the kiss.

Fuck, this girl.

“Hard and rough, right?” I eventually say, my mouth against hers.

“Yep,” she says, grinning.

I straighten so I’m on my knees, giving her a wicked grin before flipping her over so she’s lying on her stomach. Grabbing her hips, I yank her back so she’s on all fours, her arse pressed against my dick. Leaning forward, so my stomach is resting against her back, I gently bite her shoulder as I whisper, “Then hold on.” Before thrusting deep inside her in one powerful stroke.

“Fuck,” she cries, her hands clenching the sheets.

I don’t give her a chance to get ready, my fingers digging into her hips as I start to thrust, pounding into her with relentless strokes, each time feeling like I go even deeper and deeper. It feels so fucking good. I don’t think I’m going to last very long either and when my gaze drops, watching as I sink inside her, I have to fight the urge to come.

“Jesus, you feel good,” I grunt, my hips slapping against her arse.

Alana glances back at me, a sly smile on her face as she lifts a hand, moving it between her legs. “You okay back there?” she asks.

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